Those who had doubted Chen Fan's strength before had slapped them hard in the face.

When slaying dragons on the ring, most people have never seen dragons, and the other party has already killed a giant dragon with his own strength.

There is a huge difference between them.

Many people have been arguing before about who can win the championship in the Genius Exchange Competition. But now it seems that Chen Fan is already the most popular favorite to win the championship.

The powerful god lord hidden among the monks also sighed secretly at this time.

"I just thought this kid was very strong before, but I didn't expect that his combat power was so high..."

The saint of Tianshen Mountain must be no match for him...

On the northernmost side of the audience, there were a group of guys in white robes. In the deepest part, a woman in white robes looked at the scene on the stage and immediately shook her head.

The Saint of Tianshen Mountain was able to feel it. If he had played, he would definitely not be Chen Fan's opponent.

"If I meet him in the final arena, I will immediately choose to give in."

The people standing next to him were surprised when they heard the words of Sheng Yu from the sect.

Although this young lady didn't like to fight with others, it was his master who came here this time. The other party dared to say words of surrender directly, which obviously did not have much confidence in himself.

The swordsman in black is really strong!

The prince of Xuanyuan Dynasty sighed, and the gap between them seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. He clenched his fists tightly, and his sharp nails were embedded in the flesh, and he did not react at all.

The military genius had a sense of fighting spirit in his eyes. In his opinion, even if he was defeated, he had to take action happily.

Because Lord Zhan Wang appeared in the air just now, I must take action to prove it.

Chen Fan found a remote place and cleaned up his personal hygiene, and then hurried back to the competition venue.

The smell of blood was indeed very uncomfortable, Taotie said at this time.

"If you kill that little dragon cub, he will never let you go. If you go to the east to experience it in the future, you should be more careful."

Chen Fan nodded secretly. If he killed Prince Long, it would be equivalent to forming a mortal enemy with the Dragon Clan.

It is estimated that the opponent has hated him to the core, but Chen Fan is not very worried. After all, there are two mountains, King of War and Fang Zheng Academy, standing behind him. It is not that easy for the opponent to kill him.

Returning to the competition venue again, there were fewer and fewer contestants on the field at this time.

In the end, only five people were left, which means one person had to take a bye.

A staff member came to the middle of the ring and said loudly.

"Now there is a situation where the number of players is odd, so one person will face a bye."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks in the audience kept discussing.

"I wonder which lucky guy was able to get a bye?"

"Those who come here actually don't care whether there is a bye or not. After all, they are all fighting for the championship position."

The numbers of the five people kept shaking in a box. After a violent shaking, a number card was pulled out.

"No. 400!"

The referee shouted loudly, and the court immediately talked about it again.

"I thought that Chen Fan was the strongest, and he got a bye. This guy is so lucky!"

"I feel like this guy is carrying great luck, otherwise he wouldn't have such good luck."

The remaining four people are: the Saint Son of Beidou, the Saint Son of the White Clothes of Tianshen Mountain, the military genius of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the crown prince of the entire dynasty.

The previous Holy Son of Flame Mountain was defeated by the white-clothed saint of Tianshen Mountain.

A woman who looks very weak is quite ruthless when she starts.

The Holy Son of Flame Mountain was taught a very miserable lesson because he said a few words frivolously at the beginning.

Many bones were broken and serious injuries were also suffered from severe injuries.

The remaining four people began to group, and the Beidou Holy Son fought against the military genius.

The goddess of Tianshen Mountain naturally fought against the prince of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

Chen Fan quietly watched the scene on the field. The rumors and rumors under the ring had nothing to do with him. He was able to come to this position all with his own sword.

He was not angry about some guys saying conspiracy theories and saying that Chen Fan was conducting secret operations.

The weak can only speculate on him. Only a real discerning person can know that according to his strength, there is no need to do something secretly operated.

The Beidou Holy Son fought very fiercely with the military genius. In fact, it was beyond Chen Fan's imagination to be able to reach this point.

At Xie Guangfeng's feet, his steps were constantly flowing according to the seven-star format, looking particularly mysterious.

Every step I took was like stepping on everyone's hearts, carrying a huge momentum.

After taking seven steps, when the last step landed, many monks could not look up at the battle on the ring.

"Brother Xie's seven-star pace is quite good, and it is very beneficial to control the momentum." Chen Fan also secretly praised.

For the strong, being able to fully mobilize their own momentum is also a kind of combat ability.

Especially when fighting with less and more, many troubles can be solved through crushing one's own momentum.

On the other side of him, military geniuses also burst out with powerful combat power.

It was clearly standing alone on the ring, but it gave people a feeling of a torrent of steel. It seemed that behind him, there were thousands of troops constantly galloping.

The Big Dipper collided with the Iron Military Soul, and many monks widened their eyes, wanting to see who could laugh to the end.

The two collided violently and burst out with powerful air waves.

Chen Fan clearly discovered it at this time. The seven stars on the ring seemed to be shaking and were about to fall to the ground.

"If Brother Xie's cultivation is stronger, the military person should not be his opponent." Chen Fan had already seen the end of the game, and the Beidou Holy Son was not an opponent of the military genius.

As expected, the Big Dipper, which was still shining just now, became dull and dull.

The face of the Holy Son of Beidou suddenly turned pale, and the move just now had already used a lot of his power.

During the two sides' head-on fight, he felt that his body had suffered considerable damage.

The torrent of steel was still surging. Chen Fan used his spiritual sense to see that something seemed wrong with the military genius.

The other party seems to have fallen into some wonderful artistic conception, or rather, it should be like he is falling into some obsession.

The Holy Son of Beidou was still trying his best to resist, his face became less and less blood, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
Chapter completed!